You were aimed from birth: you will never be alone... The whole wide world pours down.

Once we have tasted far streams, touched the gold, found some limit beyond the waterfall, a season changes and we come back changed but safe, quiet, grateful.

Kids: they dance before they learn there is anything that isn't music.

I embrace emerging experience, I participate in discovery. I am a butterfly. I am not a butterfly collector. I want the experience of the butterfly.

I have woven a parachute out of everything broken.

There is no such thing as writer's block for writers whose standards are low enough.

You don't need many words if you already know what you're talking about

Wisdom is having things right in your life and knowing why.

Anyone who breathes is in the rhythm business.

...What you fear will not go away; it will take you into yourself and bless you and keep you. That's the world, and we all live there.

A speech is something you say so as to distract attention from what you do not say.

A gentle spirit, a kind heart.

The seed of acceptable devotion must come from heaven's storehouse. Only the prayer which comes from God can go to God.

Never make the mistake of believing forberance equates to acceptance, or that all positions are equally valid.

It's society that disables an individual by not investing in enough creativity to allow for someone to show us the quality that makes them rare and valuable and capable.

The only reason people write is because they are not wonderful men.

Vulnerability is not weakness. And that myth is profoundly dangerous.

Republicans fighting back against changes Obama made means those changes are important, as with most of the major progress in American history.

You really can't explain how you do the things you do. I can't, anyway. I love certain actors, but sometimes they say the stupidest things about technique. I don't want to say something stupid.

My ultimate research goal is to transform our human existence to just eating, sleeping, drinking, playing - nevermind.

When Ulysses hears his own story sung by an epic poet and then he reveals his identity and the poet wants to continue singing, Ulysses isn't interested any longer. That's very astonishing.